The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.
Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.
Bartender Raylin Chike
Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar.
Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade
Owner Aiden Tetradore
Co-owner Tobias Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford
Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.
Owner Risque Voth
Manager Darcy Blackjack
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward
I'm about to make my own way, heaven help me keep my faith Glacial blue eyes watch as own roll within his sockets. "Well I would probably be more relaxed if you stopped threatening," she says with that gaze turning narrowed. She eyes him then for a moment. Kathryn could not seem to figure Damon out. HIs voice was sarcastic, but she had just seen what he was capable of. She also had a feeling that if she suddenly agreed to him killing this man, Damon would have no hesitation in doing so. But she catches what he says next and she feels her jaw drop slightly in response. "There are other witches here?" She asks. Of all the schools she had been accepted into, all the school she could have gone to, she ends up in a city with other witches, which, turns out Kathryn is. It was as if almost it were fate. If only Kathryn knew in the coming weeks and months what she would exactly be facing here in Sacrosanct. Dark Hunters, weres, more vampires. She wouldn't be ready to face all of that, but the sable haired witch was not about to have a choice in the matter. All of this would happen all the same. Too, she would find a mentor in a witch named Serafina, and she would meet a pirate warlock who enjoys whiskey as much as she. Kathryn too would find an internship ran by a bear of a man, inside and out. So, despite the anguish and fear she would come to face, throughout all of this, Kathryn would find something on the other side, and find, despite the fact she had spent most of her life believing witches belonged in fairy tales, she would be able to carve out a life in Sacrosanct. Magic and all. She keeps her focus, all of her energy is directed on keeping the man distracted while Damon can do what he needs to do. Sable hair falls in front of her face, and even then she does not move to push it back, in fact, she hardly notices it. That icy blue gaze doesn't even seem to blink as she continues to project whatever witchy powers she had onto the man. She watches his head lull backwards, and for a moment those icy blues widen in surprise. What was going on? But then, Damon explains but even then she doesn't find his explanation any better. The man was knocked out. "Will he remember anything? I mean, is it like amnesia?" She asks. What if this man just forgot his entire life. In that case, that seems like something worse than death. She watches Damon lift the man as if he were as light as a piece of paper or a feather. Coming? He asks and Kathryn hesitates for a moment. How willing was she to follow him on this journey? "Where are we going?" She asks, skepticism evident in her voice. She still refused to outright and trust this vampire man, even if he so far had kept his promise of not killing the warlock. Kathryn looks at him for a moment, swaying on her decision if she ought to follow him or not. This is before a sigh hits her lips, pushing past them and out towards the vampires that Kathryn, despite herself, was not finding his company entirely intolerable any longer. She throws her hands up in some sort of form of surrender towards him. "I guess," she says. "I am starting to think you just really like hanging out with me," she says with a smirk as she walks past him and out the door. Night is still settled over Sacrosanct, even if it felt like such a large length of time has passed since Kathryn first entered this abandoned building, to when she now walks out onto the streets once more. |